Darkness shrouded the burning flame. Light sprayed vividly out, Wildly stenciling the wall. Overtop laid pasted a cavern. Out of the twinkle in the side, Arose a light a million times as bright. That of the ancients. Preman looked on, Eyes darkened. A wind came along, Blowing the red flame away. Hence the first age of man had lay upon us.
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